Lin Fusheng carried Chen Daniu's love letter to Li Yan'er, and walked home side by side with Lin Dezhong. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lin Dezhong also knew that he had won the favor of people, and praised Lin Fusheng's good handwriting along the way, and also predicted that he would definitely be able to become the champion in the future.

Lin Fusheng just smiled at this, and said in his heart: This kid is more reasonable than his father.

"Brother Zhong, you are the great talent." Lin Fusheng walked and walked, and suddenly said this.

"Huh? What kind of talent do I have? Lin Dezhong is real, he can see himself more clearly than his father, and he knows that he is no better than others, so he is willing to admit it.

"Don't look down on yourself so much. You see, you can exchange a draft for two pieces of Chen Daniu's cakes, and act as an intermediary in exchange for benefits from him. Isn't that a great talent? ”

"Hehe, you're laughing at me?" Lin Dezhong's own little child's tricks were all seen through by Lin Fusheng, so he grinned, a little embarrassed.

"I'm not laughing at you, I'm trying to say that if the middle brother comes out to do business, he will definitely make a lot of money."

"Make a lot of money?" Lin Dezhong picked his scalp and muttered, "How big can it be?" ”

"How old?" This question made Lin Fusheng stunned, so it seems that the concept of this big money is really quite abstract. "That's it, those sugar cakes, butter cakes, fruit snacks, eat as much as you want."

"That's good!" Lin Dezhong raised an angle of forty-five degrees, looking forward to such a day, the corners of his mouth were shining with a sparkling hala, and he said beautifully: "Then I want to eat wotou." ”

…… A crow flew above Lin Fusheng's head, screaming and taking away a string of periods.

That's it. Just now, I was willing to be a table for a few cakes. Now I only think about the nest in my heart?

Lin Dezhong then dreamed: "Eat wotou, dip it in sesame oil, dip it in white sugar after dipping it in sesame oil, and then have a layer of sesame paste, preferably wrapped in a layer of black sesame seeds." ”

"You're not too tired of panicking." When Lin Fusheng looked back, Lin Dezhong was already immersed in obscenity and couldn't extricate himself.

It took a morning to write a bandit-like love letter to Chen Daniu.

When he returned home, it was almost noon, so Lin Fusheng took the initiative to help, washing and picking vegetables in the kitchen.

At dinner that day, Lin Dezhong didn't eat, saying that he was full.

Can he not be full, he already knows how many pastries and snacks are stuffed into his stomach.

After eating, Yang took Lin Fusheng back to the house and tried on the cotton robe he had made in a hurry. "Oh my God, if it's cold, it's cold. Mother will give you one first, and you will take it first. Next time I come back, my mother will be able to catch you again. ”

Yang put Lin Fusheng on his body, and gestured to see the length. "In school, it's almost nothing worse than at home, dressed dirty. But this entrance hall and this face-saving matter still need to be paid attention to. The literati were sometimes more concerned about this. ”

Yang thought it in pieces, and suddenly felt that the robe was a little long, so he asked Lin Fusheng to take it off again, and changed it again and again, which was in line with his heart.

This night, Yang didn't dare to close his eyes, staring firmly at his sleeping son. She wants her son's appearance to stay in her eyes for a longer time, preferably for more than ten days, twenty days, until her son returns home next time.

After one night, it was time to part. Lin Fusheng wore the clothes that Yang had washed and dried, took the cotton robe, reluctantly got on the ox cart, and went to Li Village.

……

As soon as he entered Qingyun Pavilion, Lin Fusheng changed his state, which was different from when he was at home, and the whole person was very refreshing. Maybe it has something to do with the air in the mountains.

The schoolchildren also came to the school early, all of them were refreshed, and they got together to tell interesting stories about the day off, and chatted happily.

It wasn't until Li Fuzi slowly stepped in that the schoolchildren panicked and returned to their seats.

The reason why the schoolchildren were panicked was that after every rest, Master Li would check their homework, whether they were familiar with the poems and books they had learned, and whether they had returned all of them to the master.

As Li Fuzi approached the huge saint statue in the hall step by step, the atmosphere in Qingyun Pavilion became more and more tense.

"Okay, which of you will carry it first?" Li Fuzi finally sat down and looked around with his silver hair.

"Master, students should carry it first." The person who spoke was Zhao Zhongming, who stood up confidently, his hands behind his back, crackling.

Li Fuzi nodded in satisfaction, and Zhao Zhongming sat down again with a smile on his face.

"Who's next?" After Li Fuzi saw Zhao Zhongming, no one volunteered for a long time, squinted his eyes and asked.

Lin Fusheng doesn't plan to be a bird. He himself is the youngest in this Qingyun Pavilion, and he is the latest to enter the pavilion, which round will get him to show off here. suffered the losses of his previous life, and now Lin Fusheng also knows a little bit about being a low-key person.

Seeing that no one answered, Li Fuzi began to recite them one by one.

This feeling is too terrifying, and the elementary school children are like dust one by one, and they instantly lose the demeanor they had when they were talking about gossip and interesting things just now.

Li Yan'er sat next to Lin Fusheng, she was not nervous at all, she expected that her grandfather would not ask her to carry anything. She just wanted to say a few words to her compound brother, but she was helpless, this was in the school, but she couldn't speak. It's really about to make the little woman stupid.

The heroine Li Yan'er was bored holding the brush, picking her hair with it for a while, and naughtily glancing at Lin Fusheng, who was listening carefully, and gently brushing his ears with the hair on the tip of the pen.

"Huh? Don't make a fuss! Master, be displeased! Lin Fusheng was tickled, picked his ears vigorously, and reminded Li Yan'er in a low voice.

Where is this Li Yan'er who can sit down safely and not let her scratch her ears, what is she doing?

Li Yan'er was extremely bored, pursed a small mouth, held the brush between her nose, supported her cheeks with both hands, and set her head on the table, raising her eyelids, and her eyes were rolling around.

Li Yan'er's series of naughty actions finally attracted the attention of Li Fuzi.

"Li Yan'er!"

Li Fuzi's deep voice really startled Li Yan'er, who was in a fugue, and her body jumped, and the brush fell from between her nose and mouth.

"Grandpa, uh no, Master." Li Yan'er answered, and then got up.

"Well, didn't the master also teach you a few Tang poems. If you remember any song, memorize it and listen to it. ”

"Huh?" Li Yan'er's eyebrows were immediately twisted into a ball.

Li Fuzi didn't pay attention to her embarrassed expression, and said directly: "Otherwise, I'll say one thing at will, and you can say the next one." After thinking for a while, Li Fuzi found a simple poem and asked: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." You can memorize the next sentence. ”

"Uh, uh-huh......" After a while, Li Yan'er had no choice but to look around and ask for help.

When she saw Lin Fusheng, she saw him stretching his neck and looking up. Xindao: What does Brother Fusheng mean, look up? But what do you do when you look up?

Li Yan'er followed Lin Fusheng's gaze and looked up, and saw the portrait of the saint behind Li Fuzi at a glance.

"Ha, the next sentence is, look up and see the ...... of the saint. Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

The middle school children were already clutching their stomachs and laughing.

Defeated by you, I'm calling it to look up at the bright moon, it's really intuitive, look up and see the saint? You can figure it out.

Lin Fusheng was speechless, thinking about it, this girl has no impression of this poem at all, and the reminder is also a reminder in vain. Forget it.

As soon as he gave up like this, he immediately looked depressed, his eyelids drooped, and he looked like he had closed his eyes.

When Li Yan'er saw him like this, her eyes rolled, and she smiled: "Ha, bow your head ......, bow your head ......, bow your head and dream of Zhou Gong." ”

Poof!

At this moment, Mo said that it was full of schoolchildren, and even Master Li, who had seen a lot of wind and waves, couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Lin Fusheng admired the five-body throwing to the ground.

Look up to see the saint, bow your head and dream of Zhou Gong.

Raise your head, bow your head, sage, Duke Zhou? It's absolute.